My Tam Linn - Chapter 1

OWYN TAM LINN.jpg GYLBANE WINGRAT.jpg The TORMENTOR of Dreams Gylbane Wingrat 02 In My Darkest Hour.wma ~)o(~ Owynn Tam Linn’s Re-occuringNightmare~)o(~ (Eire 1063) Every night since Owynn Tam Linn was a young lad and not until his return to his birth land of Eire he has had visions of fiends grasping at his throat with claws of steel and teeth of iron. Ancient dreams tearing through the air to get a taste of his righteous blood. Demons of every horrid kind attack with cries of anger as his hallowed blade slashes at their onslaught. Fending off the hideous demons with prayers to the one God, as well as his others and they are struck blind by holy pain. Blood flows freely from open wounds inflicted by Owynn Tam Linn, the holy avenger has reeked havoc on the bloody minions of the evil magi weilder, Gylbane Wingrat. Unholy clerics gather nearby to call upon their Dark Lord and Master to rid them of this gallant warrior who brings them disaster, even at such a young age. A circle is formed and evil chants start to flow as thick green fog begins to gather at their feet, a battle to be recorded in the mythical book of All, in the great cavern of time. Owynn Tam Linn will prevail in making himself out to be a hero to the common folk, but a savage slayer to all that is evil. He fights for his life fending off the minions with sword and every prayer and spell he could remember all to survive. The chants have stopped and the hordes back off in a synchronized pattern; the coming of arms! An odious scream pierced the fighting to a halt as the anger rose from his appauled lips as the Dark Lord gazed upon his slain pets and slaves the paladin has killed. Lightning crashes as Gylbane Wingrat raises his long spindly fingers to grasp the wand strapped to his black robed back. The cold green fog rose waist around the wizard as he let loose his magic. Owynn Tam Linn shudders at the thoughts that erupted from his memories, tales told to him within these very cold stone walls by his beloved Grand Da so long ago about a Dark demon lord that wielded a wand of onyx rod crowned atop is a silver skull with ruby stone eyes, able to kill by touch. Only the most powerful of wizards would even dream about owning such a wand, but those were the dark ones. Owynn Tam Linn’s sword struck at the demon lord with great aim and speed, a blow that could cut a man in half only angered the dark wizard further. Owynn Tam Linn calls upon a holy spell to aide him, but it goes unanswered for he is now a paladin in Hell. Gylbane Wingrat laughs in triumph at the paladin at his feet as his evil wand smashes through the armor and bites deep into the knights holy flesh, to join his victims of his own fury on the blood soaked ground. Owynn Tam Linn struggles for breath enough to curse the Demon Lord to a life of torment, all to no avail for the wizard is the Lord of Torment, the son of death and faithful servant to evil. The last thoughts of Owynn Tam Linn was never known before, a thought of wickedness by a righteous warrior was unthinkable to his kind… until now. The wizard’s poison was taking it’s toll and Owynn Tam Linn swore a curse of revenge on Gylbane Wingrat for a vile act of death to a man of the one God and magi, but a man of misery he concludes as he struggles for a single breath more. Owynn Tam Linn awakens abruptly from his weary slumber, dripping in a cold sweat. He whispers out, into the darkness, “Flammare.“ and a candle on the chest beside his box lit up the darkened room and finds his sword still in it’s leather sheath, his armor still polished brightly and whole, and his life still flowing. He breathes a sigh of relief as he takes the carved wooden cross from the wall above his sleeping box and he prays silently for forgiveness, only to find none is given. He hears a familiar grotesque laugh from his nightmare, now coming from the darkened corner of his chamber and panics. He then spies a black wand resting on the chest beside the candle and whispers from the shadows . “Deeper the pain, more genuine the vision.” A woman’s voice whispers into the cool room and he is grasped from behind by a woman from the shadows and sinks her sharp fangs into his shoulder as she held a firm grip on him. Owynn Tam Linn was blinded by a flash of white light and the pain was fierce as he once again awakens harshly from his haunting nightmare of never ending death. scroll down for all of chapter 1 . . . . . . then click on link for chapter 2 <*** LINK Andi Feyrtr has full copywrites to this Novelette July 2008 adultfeytale, andifeyrtr, mytamlinn